Friends And Loose Ends
Saturday, July 24, 2010
You know what sucks sometimes? Meeting your best friends 'other friends'.
Not because they are "bad" people, or they are "dirty bastards". They aren't. It's the fact that you know "Damn, they are way cooler than you'll ever be". And in a way, like every other typical guy, it hurts the ego.
I take that back, it doesn't just apply to typical guys. Girls, non-typical guys, we all get that.
If you think 'ego' is strictly a guy thing, you are wrong. Women may say they are fine with alot of things, but we all know the truth. "Yeah, sure, we can go eat whatever you like", they say now. One Japanese meal later "Raw fish isn't the best way to charm me you know?". "I don't mind you hanging out with you other gal pals, they are cool" on one hand, and the other goes "Fine, cheat on me right in front of my face while you're at it".
But I think my opinion stems a little from low self-esteem too. Sometimes we can't see how good we really are too. I find myself wanting to be better for my friends, knowing that they can do so much better than me. I wonder what I do which is integral to their lives.
You know, it's knowing that even I find myself irritating to me at times which makes me think "How can they still be so cool with me". And sometimes we want to hold back comments to friends, but inside our hearts we know that it's how we truly feel - that conflicting feeling. My friends are truly the best, but why do I still have little bitter thoughts? Maybe I'm the one who's not accepting enough? Others seem to get them great.
So I keep on questing to be a better person. For my friends, that is the least I can do.
And I honestly don't know why I place so much importance in my friends. Some people think it's really fake, but I can honestly say it's one of those rare genuine feelings I have. My friends are that important to me. I don't exaggerate, I tell it as it is.
And my favourite part, truth be told, is knowing that I can do almost anything when I'm with them.
So I work hard to stay a part of them. Losing them would be a great pain in my life.
And yes, my sack of rice.